HUGE X3: A MFMM Menage Stepbrother Romance Read online

  I’m in tears before I can say a thing and she’s across the kitchen and folding me into a hug before I can utter a word. “Hey, baby. It’s okay. It’s okay,” she murmurs and I wish it were true. I wish she could kiss my hurt better like she did when I was a kid. I wish that life were simpler.

  “I found a lump, mom.”

  She goes so still and quiet. I can feel that she’s stopped breathing. She pulls back to look at my face. “In your breast?”

  I nod and she gets the same expression on her face that she used to wear when we visited Auntie Marie in the hospital.

  “I’ll make an appointment for you to see a specialist,” she says. “It’s probably nothing, but we need to make sure.” She smooths away my tears and kisses my cheek, then she’s all in business mode. Mom always gets like this when she’s worried. She doesn’t deal well with emotions and stress. The house will be spotless by this afternoon because she’s about to go on a cleaning frenzy, I can tell. Anything to take her mind off what is really going on.

  “Thanks,” I say. I guess there’s nothing more to add. I can stress about this or do what Jason said and deal with it as it comes.

  I feel my phone buzz in my pocket and I tap in my pin to see who’s messaging me so early. It’s Jason. They asked for my phone number when we said goodbye. I feel my cheeks flush as I remember how he kissed me outside my house. It was so gentle and tender. Not what I expected at the end of a one-night stand.

  J – You okay, Katelin? Did you tell your mom?

  K – Yeah. Just now. She looks really stressed but she’s gonna book an appointment for me to get checked out.

  J – Good. Try not to worry. I know it’s easy for me to say.

  K – Thanks…you know. For being so kind. Did you talk to Bryan?

  J – Yeah. He’s pissed. But he’s also worried as fuck. He’s gonna be in touch.

  K – Okay.

  I swallow around the lump that seems to have taken up permanent residence in my throat. I’m not the kind of girl that enjoys a pity party but something about knowing that people are worried about me warms my heart.

  J – Everything will be okay.

  K – I hope so.

  J – If you need anything…

  I know it’s gonna be at least a day before I can get an appointment with a specialist. What am I going to do with myself all that time? I’m definitely going to need some kind of distraction. I could call Jenna or Carrie. I could see what Abi is up to, maybe head to the mall for some retail therapy. Somehow none of those options seems as appealing as spending time with the twins. I consider asking if they want to do something but I’m nervous. What if they don’t want to see me again? What if the thing with Bryan is too much for them to get past? I guess that I don’t have much to lose. If they say no, they say no. It’s not like their approval is something I’m seeking. I just like the idea of being with them. I know they’d help me take my mind off things without too much pity and worry. I think my friends are going to freak out when I tell them what’s going on, and I’m not sure I’m ready to deal with that. I reply to Jason with a light invitation and a small bubble of hope in my heart.

  K – This town doesn’t have much going on. You like movies?

  J – Sure. You wanna hook up later?

  K – I think so. Drive thru?

  J – Sounds good. I’ll tell Austin.

  I pause for a moment. Of course Jason would tell Austin. They’re on vacation together and after last night it would just be weird if he didn’t. But what about Bryan? I feel like I have to ask.

  K – Okay…what about Bryan?

  J – You want me to tell him too?

  Now there’s a question. I can’t exactly say no. That wouldn’t be fair. But saying yes has all kinds of strange connotations. He knows what I did last night. Will he feel like a tag-along? Maybe he’ll think we’re heading out on a date before more sex. I’m too confused about everything and overwhelmed by what is going on to worry about too much of this.

  K – Yeah. Tell him. No problem.

  If Bryan has a problem with me, he’ll say no. If he comes along, who knows how that’s going to work out, but I guess I might be about to find out.

  6

  I chill and watch some TV while mom does exactly what I thought she was going to do; the extreme clean combined with much conversation in hushed tones in the kitchen. There is nothing really on that holds my attention enough that I can forget what might be lurking beneath my clothes. I check my phone sporadically, but it’s quiet. That might be a good thing or it could be a bad thing. For an instant, I imagine there being a physical fight between Bryan and his brothers, and then I scoff at myself. Bryan has had years to make a move on me so he has absolutely no right to be getting funny about me having a good time with someone else. Maybe he will be jealous. Maybe he just won’t like the idea that I had a threesome. I would think most guys would find that a bit hard to deal with, at least without being judgmental assholes, but then again, Bryan is friends with Eth and Nath and he respects them.

  When the doorbell rings I assume it’s probably one of mom’s friends or a door to door salesman of some sort. I leave mom to answer and hear hushed conversations coming from the hallway. Then the door closes and there are two sets of feet making their way toward the den.

  I’m pretty stunned when I see Bryan coming up behind my mom. I thought he’d call. It never crossed my mind that he might appear in person.

  “Hey, Katelin,” he says, meeting my surprised gaze with a look of embarrassed concern.

  “Hey,” I say. “Whatcha doing here?”

  “I thought I’d come by…you know.”

  There’s an awkward silence where my mom looks between us as though she’s trying to work out what’s going on. She looks more stressed than she did before and I can’t think why. Maybe she thinks Bryan is going to upset me or maybe she’s worried I’m going to cry in front of him and be uncomfortable about the whole thing.

  “Sure. Do you want to go sit outside?” I say, thinking on my feet for a way to get whatever conversation we’re about to embark on out of my mom’s radius.

  “Yeah.”

  I offer Bryan a drink and fix him an iced tea on our way through to the backyard. We don’t make small talk. I guess the time for that passed us by when he spotted me doing the metaphorical walk of shame from his pool house. I close the door behind us and we walk to the corner where mom has a bench beneath a pretty arch of flowers.

  It’s weird to sit in my home environment with Bryan. Although we’ve known each other from college, neither of us has ever been to the other’s house. I thought I knew him quite well but the events of the past 24 hours have shown me that I don’t.

  “So,” he says, resting his drink between us, then leaning forward to place his forearms on his thighs and his head in his hands. Poor thing looks like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders.

  “So.”

  “So you met my brothers.”

  I take a deep breath and nod. It’s annoying me that he won’t cut to the chase here. We both know that we both know what happened last night. Why the hell is he beating around the bush like this?

  “I guess you could put it that way,” I say. Bryan glances over at me, his eyes searching my face. In all the time that we’ve known each other, he has always laughed at my sass mouth. Today he doesn’t seem so amused. “You never told me you had brothers.”

  “I guess I didn’t,” he says.

  There’s another uncomfortable silence and I look around at the garden, focusing on a plant that is swaying in the gentle summer breeze. It is so peaceful out here, enough that I start to feel calmer myself.

  “Look,” we both say at the same time, and end up laughing together.

  “This is awkward, huh?”

  Bryan nods. “I don’t talk much about my family.”

  “Why?” Now that he’s said it, I realize how little I know about his home-life.

  “It’s complicated.”
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br />   “Aren’t most people’s these days? I’m hardly from a mom, dad and two kid family myself.”

  He nods and runs his fingers through his hair. In that one action, I see Austin. When he sits back in the chair and fidgets his leg up and down, restlessly, I see Jason. It’s strange to find that I know their mannerisms better than I know Bryan’s after all this time.

  “Austin told me…” Bryan looks so uncomfortable, and for a minute, I think he’s going to ask me about the sex. “…about the lump.”

  I flinch when he says it like that; so matter of fact. I nod and watch as his pretty green eyes look me over. His gaze drifts down to my chest as though he unconsciously wants to see if he can see anything. Then he realizes what he’s doing and looks away.

  “You’re going to get it checked out?”

  “Yeah. Tomorrow.”

  “Good.” He takes a long swig of tea and exhales a deep breath. It feels as though there is so much unsaid between us. Reams and reams of conversation that will probably never be verbalized. I’m not really expecting it when he stands, though. “Look. I think I should go.”

  “Okay.” I sound confused. I am confused. I thought he was here to give me a hard time about what happened. I thought maybe he might be here out of jealousy; I guess I was hoping from the dropping sensation I get in my gut.

  “You know if you need anything.” I nod, watching him fidget, putting his hands into his pockets and then pulling them out again. His eyes are soft and concerned but he looks so damn uncomfortable. I know how he feels. I felt exactly the same way whenever I went to visit my Auntie. It’s like you can smell sickness and want to back away from it in case it’s contagious. Ridiculous, but that’s how it is.

  “I’ll walk you out.”

  We shuffle through the backyard, not really talking, and I take him around the side of the house. When we reach the driveway, he turns and puts his arm around me, pulling me against his chest in an awkward but fiercely tight hug that takes me by surprise.

  “It’s going to be okay, you know.” His voice seems thick with emotion and I don’t know how to react. I want to slip my arms around him and weep against his chest. I inhale and catch the scent of him that is so much like Austin and Jason and that just makes the craving even worse. He smells good, like alpine forests and warm summer breezes. I feel secure in a way I haven’t for a long time. My heart hurts because even though he’s here and he’s being kind, it still as though there’s this barrier between us. Why doesn’t he want me in the way his brothers did? Why does it feel like he cares for me, but then he’ll just walk away and leave me with nothing real? I want to ask him, if only so I can stop asking myself all these damn annoying questions. But he pulls away before I have a chance to pluck up the courage. He waves in a manly laid back way but walks to his car with his shoulders slumped. I stand, bare-footed and horribly bereft and watch him walk away.

  7

  If you’d told me yesterday that within twenty-four hours I’d have mind-blowing fantasy-smashing sex with two gorgeous twins, find a lump in my breast and then end up at the drive-thru cinema with said sexy twins, I’d have said you were loopy-lou. But here I am, sitting on Austin’s lap, munching on popcorn while Jason plays with my other hand. Bryan had somewhere to be, apparently. It doesn’t really surprise me that he made an excuse, but my heart feels heavy because of it.

  The film isn’t really my thing. It’s a schmaltzy chick-flick with way too much violin music for my taste. No superhero blockbusters available today. Anyway, I’m comfortable and relaxed which is exactly what I needed.

  “You’re not even watching this film, are you?” Austin whispers into my ear. I turn and look at his beautiful face and feign some wide-eyed innocence.”

  “Sure I am.”

  “Liar.”

  “What…I’m multi-tasking.”

  The twins chuckle. “Oh yeah,” Jason says. “What’s the other task?”

  “Chilling.”

  “Sounds like hard work.”

  “You have no idea.”

  We all laugh and it feels good. Austin runs his hand up my thigh and cups it over my stomach. We haven’t really talked about either of the ‘elephants in the room’. No one has mentioned the lump or the amazing sex. I’m kind of glad about the first and a bit disappointed about the second. Now that I’m here sitting between them I’m antsy. It feels weird to want sex when I should be worrying, but I know what I’m like. I’ll always take the sweet before dealing with the sour. Life is for living. Those four words feel especially important today.

  I squirm a little on Austin’s lap and hear his breath hitch.

  “You think you can do some multi-tasking too?” I ask him.

  “What have you got in mind?”

  “Put your hand inside my panties.”

  Jason groans as Austin slips his hand up my shirt and down into my yoga pants. I’m so hot between my legs just from sitting on his knee that when his finger touches my clit I buck on his lap.

  “Easy,” Jason says, turning in his seat to watch, the film now totally ignored.

  “That’s it, baby,” Austin says, slipping his finger downwards to feel where I’m wet and wanting. Oh god, it feels so good to have him touch me. His progress is slow, each circle of my clit part maddening torture and part overwhelming sensation. I hear Jason unzip his jeans and take out his cock. I take a long look at the hugeness of it as he drags his palm from root to tip. Fuck, he’s so big and hard it makes my pussy clench. “Watch him,” Austin orders as he speeds his finger. I can’t help but move my hips in time to Jason’s pulls. I imagine sitting on his lap and taking hold of his cock, then rubbing it between my legs until the head is nice and wet. I’d need it to be, to stand any hope of getting it inside me. Oh god, I want to know how it feels to sit on his cock. That delicious stretching that hurts just a little but aches so amazingly that I’d just have to push down.

  Austin’s rolling his hips behind me, his erection pressing between the cheeks of my ass. What he’s doing to me feels good but I’m empty. “I need more.”

  Austin slides his hand down, pushing two fingers inside me and using his thumb to stroke my clit. I groan loudly as his thick fingers curl up and push against something so damn sensitive inside me that it makes me claw at the door of the car.

  “I need to come,” I gasp, sounding so desperate, I almost don’t recognize the sound of my own voice.

  “You will, baby. You will.” Jason leans forward, still stroking his cock. I lean toward him, thinking he’s coming to kiss me but instead he brushes my lips with his thumb and forces it between them. His skin tastes salty. “Suck on it.” It’s an order, not a request, and I do. He keeps it firmly in my mouth, moving it in and out like it’s his cock and it feels so deliciously violating that I do come, my pussy clutching at Austin’s fingers and everything so wet between my legs I think my pants are going to be soaked through.

  “Fuck,” Austin says, pushing in deeper to help me ride the wave of pleasure.

  I hear rustling and know that Jason is hunting for a tissue. I want to watch him come, to see all that tension build up and squirt out of him. The car stinks of sex and I love it. I love the sounds we’re making and the heat between us all. I love their attention that is so focused on me that I feel smothered by it in the best possible way. The windows are steaming up and Jason groans, his face scrunching as he comes into his palm. When I’m still, Austin pulls his hand from inside me and turns me in his lap so he can kiss me.

  His lips are so hungry, his mouth tastes of sugar and salt popcorn and desire. He presses my hand to the thickness behind his jeans and I moan. Who wouldn’t when they’re presented with at least ten inches of cock to service? “You want me to touch it?” I ask teasingly.

  “Do you want to?”

  Last night he wouldn’t have asked that. Last night he would have told me to get it out and suck it. I can feel the difference and I don’t like it. I don’t want them to treat me like an invalid when I feel fine and
when I’m trying to forget.

  “I want to suck it,” I say, slipping down into the foot-well and unbuttoning his jeans. Thank goodness this is a big car, otherwise I’d be banging my head with every bob. Austin’s eyes are heavy-lidded when I pull out his cock, gazing up at him over its swollen tip.

  “Make sure there’s no one out there,” Austin tells Jason.

  “It’s fine,” is the response, so I bend my head to lick him. The taste of him is familiar; almost exactly like Jason. There’s something so unbelievably powerful about this act. I know most guys look at it as submission but they don’t know what it feels like to have a man’s most sensitive body part between their teeth or how easy it is to make them shiver with pleasure. My jaw protests, which isn’t surprising seeing as I never have to eat anything this big without chopping it up first. I bob my head and lick where I know he is most sensitive. I feel hands in my hair, and I think it’s Austin trying to take back some control, but when I look up it’s actually Jason who’s dictating the rhythm.

  “Damn, Katelin. You’re so good at that,” he hisses when his brother groans loudly with pleasure. “I remember the way your mouth feels. Silky smooth. Hot. Wet.” His fingers grip harder and I moan loudly, sending Austin’s pleasure soaring.

  “Oh fuck.” It’s Austin’s turn to grip at the car door, trying to find purchase when really what he wants is to let go and fly away.

  There’s a loud bang from the movie sound system. I can’t imagine what’s going on in the film now that we’ve been distracted for so long. I feel Austin’s cock swell in my mouth, then Jason pulls my head back as though he knows his brother is going to come. I’m kind of disappointed that he doesn’t come in my mouth. That’s the ultimate feeling of power. Sucking down the life force of a man while he quivers and shakes.

  “Fuck,” Austin shouts as he pulls himself to orgasm right in front of my face. If Jason didn’t still have hold of my hair, I’d be tempted to lick out and help him clean up.

  “Here,” Jason says, taking me under the arm to help me sit up. I feel totally ravished and sated and, as the boys breathing calms, I chuckle lightly. They both look at me as though I’m a little crazy but when I tell them that I’m laughing because I’m happy, they seem to relax. “That’s good, Katelin. It’s good to be happy.”